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The Light Over the Darkness
Lucifer Morningstar x Lilith!fem!reader
WC: ~5300
A/N: @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus thank you for reading this first. And no thank you for getting me obsessed with a new fictional idiot.
Content warnings: fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink (if you squint and tilt your head). 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW below the cut.
It is a gorgeous day in the Garden. Though, every day is a gorgeous day. Every single day is perfect beyond comparison. It would be even better if your companion did not exist.
You went off on your own again, wholly unwilling to submit to Adam’s irritating daily routine of assigning uninspiring names to all of the things and creatures. Or - even worse - the non-routine version of simply lounging about lazily. This was your only course of action. You wandered far off into the Garden, and just as daylight began to break over the horizon, a sound caressed your ear in the lightest touch.
In the distance, you heard a voice. It sang a melancholy tune so far from the triumphant trumpet sound of heavenly melody you’d heard before. It was like a dream.
No, not a dream. This was a voice emitting an enticing tune you couldn’t resist. It called to you, pulled your very heartstrings. Your brows knit together in concern.
You must find this beautifully tragic voice.
You strolled further through the Garden, clinging close to an idle river. As the voice drew closer, you stepped along a fallen tree that cast itself as a bridge over the river. You made it across and walked into the line of trees posing as guard to what lies beyond. Past several rows of thick trees there was a clearing, open and spacious, and filled with wildflowers.
Wildflowers and the most beautiful creature you had ever seen.
-
Lucifer was lonely, although not any more lonely than he had felt in Heaven. His brothers and sisters never accepted his way of thinking and there was no chance of him and his Father ever seeing eye to eye.
He had purposefully gone to a most remote corner of the Garden, knowing his father would do something drastic again if he found him interacting with his two perfect human pets.
Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes and singing how he felt. The agony in his chest flowed out and he felt slightly better. He figured that was as good as it would ever get.
Until he turned over his shoulder upon hearing a snap of a twig, and he saw her.
-
The being attached to the - now silent - voice turned towards you and your breath caught in your chest. His face was beautiful, pale as the brightest cloud in the sky, with eyes that shone golden like the sun. His hair was the color of the very light itself, gorgeous and silken.
He wore strange, white billowing coverings, and something nagged in the back of your head at the lack of your own cover.
“Are you alright?” You chastised yourself for the tremor in your voice, but you couldn’t help it, your communication skills were lacking. Adam wasn’t a conversationalist in the slightest and the times you did speak to him left much to be desired.
“No, no I-I’m not.”
“What happened?” Your gaze snagged on the red pigment on his back, his covering gaped open - torn and bloody. You started approaching him before realizing you were moving, then you stalled out of apprehension.
“I was evicted from my place in Heaven. I am… I was… an angel. Now I’m here in the Garden, though I surmise I’ll do something to get myself kicked out of here before long too.” You had never known someone to sound so utterly defeated and broken.
You walked further towards the angel. “The blood. You’re hurt.” You shook your head, realizing you were quite literally just stating the obvious.
“Oh, this?” He gestured to his back and you nodded, continuing to draw nearer. “He took my wings. I can’t ever go home without them.” His eyes met yours, and concern colored his expression, “But don’t worry about me, the bleeding stopped, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Well, at least not physically.”
The pity you felt for the creature grabbed your heart, wrenching it tightly within its grasp. You were about a handful of steps away from him now, and you stopped, leaving him his space as you changed the subject. Continuing to ask him personal questions felt too intimate and wrong. “Your song, it sounded beautiful.”
The sigh he let out was almost musical, “I was simply expelling the ache from my chest.”
“I see.” Your expression softened. “If you ever sang when you were joyful, I suppose it could move the very mountains.”
His demeanor changed, he tried to hide it by looking down, but you saw the smile on his face. He shook his head and raised a brow at you, “Aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know, with a certain someone?”
“Who, Adam?” Your accompanying laugh was breathy and uncomfortable, “No, he, uh,” your tongue temporarily tangled itself, “he’s the worst.” The last three words were an admission of guilt, coming out like a tiny whisper.
His eyes widened exponentially. “He’s the worst?” He began to cross the last bit of distance between the two of you, ending up a step away.
“The worst.” You reply, feeling a weight lifting off your chest with the confession.
“Hm.” There was a glint in his eye, something was inside him waiting to get out, you could sense it. “Would you like to spend your time with me today?”
The question left you temporarily silent, then you composed yourself.
“With a fallen angel?” You paused in faux contemplation, he watched you closely, his eyes begging for an answer, “Yes.”
Relief covered his face, “Take my hand.”
“Okay.”
He led you through the flower field and back to the edge of the river you had crossed. He walked with you at a leisurely pace as the river carried along beside you, flowing downstream.
The water rushed louder and louder as you continued down its serpentine path, and soon there was a drop off. Mist curled up from the edge and you followed the flow of water with your gaze.
A glorious waterfall cascaded down the cliff side. Luscious greenery and florals edged the water - a soft border contrasting the roaring of water.
The spray of water made a strange coloring appear seemingly out of thin air.
“A rainbow.” He offered in explanation, following your line of sight.
You looked at him, the happiness that filled your soul at that very moment overshadowed anything you had previously felt in your life thus far. Even the day you discovered the taste of ripe peaches.
His smile was brighter than the morning sun cresting the horizon. It was warmer than the sun too, you felt it skin deep.
The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion, with him guiding you to new sights and sounds and life. It excited you, enticed you. It made you feel almost like light itself, like you were glowing in his presence.
-
You returned to Adam that night, for no other reason than you felt that was what you were supposed to do. As Adam fell asleep nearby, your thoughts were on Lucifer. His beauty, his ethereal grace. He captivated you with a mere look and you were helpless to resist his complete charm.
When he had spoken of the heavens, you were left with one question: Why?
Why would his brothers and sisters not stand by his side?
One final realization permeated your thoughts and settled in an ache within your heart as you succumbed to rest: How lonely it must be for him. A former angel. Now cursed to walk in the Garden without anyone like him. Doomed to be without his family for… forever.
A single tear slid silently down the side of your face as you stared up at the stars from your place on the cool ground. You didn’t know how long it took you to fall asleep that night, but once it took you, you were deep under.
You heard his voice in your dreams that night.
-
The next day you rose before dawn as you always did, though this time with a fuel hurtling you along you had never felt before. A giddiness tingled in your fingers and toes with every step as you retraced your steps from yesterday.
Days, then weeks passed in a manner just as your first day of meeting the fallen angel, sans the melancholy of his newly fallen status as he accustomed to life in the Garden.
His life with you.
He never brought up Adam again, not since your first meeting. In consideration, you didn't bring up his Father to him. It was an unspoken truce.
Lucifer took you everywhere you had not seen before, and he frequently hummed and fabricated sweet, alluring songs throughout the days. New creatures, new flowers and fruits of the trees. New feelings as well. Though that you figured was caused only by yourself, and you pushed it down, listening to him tell you about creation.
“He said, ‘Let there be light’ and I was here.” He paused, “Well, not here in the Garden here, but here. Alive. Existing.”
“So, you just floated up there somewhere?”
“Yes and no. It’s hard to explain. It feels impossible, actually.”
“If anyone can think of the words so eloquent as to describe something, it’s you, Lucifer.”
A pink color tinged his cheeks, and he looked down at the grass tangled beneath his feet. “You’ve got to stop saying things like that.”
“Have I made an offense? Oh, Lucifer, I only meant that you would be the most capable person to describe something so beautiful. You’re so beautiful so it must come easily to you to describe the beauty around you.”
His gaze timidly met yours. “You… you think I’m… beautiful?”
You felt compelled to say more than just a ‘yes’. “Of course. Lucifer, you’re the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen, or could ever dream of imagining.”
His cheeks reddened more. His golden eyes softened in a way that told you he had been waiting to hear those words for an eternity.
“Lucifer?” You took a shy step towards him.
“Yes?” He finally met your eyes fully, but took a step back until he was firmly against the bark of a willow tree.
You continued forward, propelled by a pull within your chest, until you were toe to toe with him. “Can I…” You searched his face. His soft, sweet face. “Can I do something?”
A slight smile lit up his face, brightening the space even under the dimmed canopy of the willow. His voice came out as a whisper. “Anything.”
Your hand brushed the light hair that had fallen between his eyes to the side. Your other hand touched his jaw, tracing along to the underside of his chin and tilting his face up. You angled your face slightly downward, eyes still locked on his, and leaned in. Then, you closed your eyes, letting your instinct guide you the last bit further.
Your lips met in a gentle kiss.
His apprehension and yours melted into the softness of the touch you shared. You pulled back for just a second, searching his face for reassurance. He responded by kissing you back, over and over and over again. His hands went to your face, as though he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a moment.
Your fingers entwined themselves in his silken hair and he did the same with yours.
The two of you didn’t part from each other’s hold until the sun had almost slipped away completely.
You barely had time to bathe in the stream before night fell around you. You missed his light.
-
The rest of the evening, even feeling the comfort of the fire made by Adam, you closed your eyes and your thoughts belonged to Lucifer. You watched Adam pass out unceremoniously and touched your fingers to your lips. The memory held there still tingled.
You felt something powerful surge within your middle. It was a deep hunger. An ache as sharp as a burr or a thorn. It dug into you, pulling and twisting within you. A thirst that could not be quenched by even the coldest stream water.
An urge within you begged to return to Lucifer tonight, but you knew you couldn’t. You needed to wait.
Wait and see.
See if he felt the same way when the sun gleamed upon you tomorrow.
-
The instant you saw Lucifer the next day, warmth traveled from your head to your toes.
You smiled at him and he beamed at you, holding out his hand for you to take. Your fingers intermingled with his and you let him lead you to a part of the Garden you hadn’t been to yet. The grass began to fade into dirt and small pebbles, as though this part of the world had been forgotten by the green.
“Where are you taking me?”
Lucifer reassured you with a grin, “To see something I discovered last night. It’s not much further.”
He led you to a cave entrance. It greeted you with open jaws, its mouth stretching far and wide, ingesting the light with a neverending pitch darkness.
You froze, your feet rooting themselves to the ground. You dropped his hand, placing your palm over your heart. “Lucifer, it’s dark in there. We’re not going inside, are we?”
He gave you one of those brighter-than-the-sun smiles again. “Don’t worry, we won’t be going far. It’ll be much lighter inside, I promise.”
You couldn’t so easily wipe the unsure expression from your face. He noticed.
“Take my hand. Please?” Lucifer extended his left hand to you. As you took it, the air around you cooled, bringing goosebumps to your arms, and you had a feeling that something was about to change.
You allowed him to lead you inside. The nervousness you had felt seemed to melt away with his soft hand enveloping yours. Once you were past the cave mouth, the darkness swallowed him and then you. You grounded yourself in the sounds of his feet and yours along the cave floor, which was covered with soft dirt and devoid of any sharp rocks.
“Lucifer?” The trepidation came flooding back as soon as his hand left yours. You quavered and the darkness drowned out your voice. “Lucifer?”
“This way, my dear.” His voice offered you a beacon of hope in the black void of the space. You thought you heard him lightly chuckle, the sound beckoning you, guiding you onward without form or shape.
Suddenly you saw a blue-green light. You approached it just as it faded out, leaving you in complete darkness again.
Your foot nudged something soft, then your other foot stepped into a puddle that glowed around your toes as the water rippled. You squinted and the color faded away once more.
A bright light made you wince, almost uncomfortably. Your hand covered your face to act as a shield.
“Here.” You heard Lucifer speak close by, and as your eyes adjusted, you realized he held a ball of warm, yellow light in his hand. You also realized that the soft thing laying next to your foot was his rumpled white covering.
Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. A tension wound its way into your chest. His pale shoulders, his trim waist, his…
“Watch this.” He said, lifting his palm up and the ball of light suspended itself in the air. Lucifer created another ball of light, then another, warming the cavern with soft light. When he was finished, he grinned at you, “Are you ready to see what I found?”
“Wait, that wasn’t what you wanted to show me? That was - I, I have no words, you just - you just made light with your hands.” The startlingly impressive feat had you staggering between words.
That satisfied smirk of his was enough to silence the entire world and every question in your mind. He shook his head from side to side. You could barely believe it, he had even more to show you. There was nothing left to say, so you answered his question with a resounding, “Yes.”
“Watch me.”
As if you could do anything else. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, you were entranced as you watched him step into the pool of water which you realized, connected to the puddle you were standing with one foot in already. It was shallow at this end and he waded further out.
A light blueish-greenish color swished with his every movement in the water. Lucifer paused, waist deep in the water. A sharp exhale ghosted between your lips as you tried not to focus on the small of his back. The color went away when he stood still, but came back when he dipped his hand in, bringing it under the water and then to the surface, letting the water drip down from his fingers and open palm.
You didn’t know if it was intrigue or the allure of Lucifer that guided you further forward, to be ankle-deep in the water, but you divert your attention to watching the color grow and fade around your feet. “Lucifer, what is that?”
“It’s bioluminescence.” He replied, and sunk down into the pool, his body now mostly shielded underneath the water.
“What is bioluminescence?”
He turned towards you with a look that said ‘I’m so glad you asked’, and explained in great detail what it is.
Your eyes were wide as you listened to him speak. Sure as it did before, the water sparkled to life within the ripple you made, with blue shimmering below your feet as you stepped in, the water encircling your ankles. You couldn’t help the contented smile that made its way onto your face. You also couldn't help but move closer to him, going back and forth between watching the colors fan out from around your calves, then knees, then thighs, and watching his mesmerizing expression as he shared his knowledge with you.
You stood next to him, where he sat with his head and shoulders well above the water, and you couldn’t resist touching him. Gingerly, your fingers brushed through his hair, bringing it out of his golden eyes again. He looked up at you as you spoke, “Lucifer, thank you for bringing me here. For sharing this with me.”
Even in the dim light, you could see his face turn the color of a rose, his expression becoming timid suddenly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re divine when you teach me new things.” You answered honestly, you didn’t know any better.
His eyes softened. “Will you join me? Please?”
“Yes.” You took his offered hand. The gesture was innocent - he was bracing you as you fully got in the water - but it made you feel a way that you couldn't name yet.
His hold on your hand tightened slightly and his other hand slid up your thigh as you lowered yourself in.
The two of you settled in the water, the blue fading out at the surface which sat at about mid-chest level.
You slowly moved your hands through the glowing water, when you broke the surface tension the glow ran in rivulets down your fingers and forearms. You repeated the action, mesmerized by the incredible color. Then, you flicked the surface of the water, sending a splash in Lucifer’s direction.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, returning fire by sending a tiny splash your way. “You’ll get my hair wet!”
“Oh sweet and wondrous Lucifer, I’d hate to ruin your majestic hair.” Your tone was saccharinely sardonic. You sent another splash of water his way.
“Stop that.” His gaze changed as he spoke. Something dark hid beneath his surface, and you wanted to find out what it was.
“Why?” You playfully splashed at him again, your body succumbing finally to the warm temperature of the water, relaxing in its embrace.
“When you do things like that, it makes me want to kiss you again.” His gaze drifted downward.
“When I do what, exactly?” You crawled towards him, to the shallower area. “Tease you? Or when I tell you how perfect you are?”
He just nodded, biting his lower lip. You knew it was in response to your praise. “May I kiss you again?” His words were soft, contrasted by the heat of his stare. He looked at your lips with a hunger that dwarfed the pangs you felt before a meal. This was a predatory gaze, but you gave in nonetheless.
Absolute certainly colored your voice. “Yes.”
With your permission, he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a gentleness that rivaled a feather’s touch. You stayed stock still as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips ever so softly to yours.
Lucifer pulled back slightly, and upon seeing your eyes still open, a question formed in his expression. He didn’t get to ask it before your lips were back on his.
You kissed him like you needed him more than breath in your lungs. Your whole body felt ignited by the action. You kissed him over and over, planting close-mouthed to open-mouthed kisses to his soft lips.
The kiss continued to deepen from there, and soon you were tasting him with your tongue. Your tongue led an exploration inside his mouth that made your head feel light and airy. His taste was intoxicating. And he was just as committed to discovering your mouth with his tongue in an even give and take.
Lucifer was the forbidden fruit, and you were too weak a woman to resist.
You were temptation incarnate, and he was too prideful to concede. Not when he had come this far. Not when he had already lost so much. He needed you more than anything.
You opened your eyes to be greeted by a comfortable darkness surrounding the two of you. “Lucifer? Your lights, they’re not glowing anymore.” Though this time, you were no longer afraid. The blueish shimmering in the water was brighter without the yellow lights. It was enough for you to see the shape of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the sparkle in his devilish eyes.
“I’m sorry, I guess I forgot about them when I was kissing you.” A tremulous breath left his lungs. “I could forget about the entire universe when I kiss you.”
“Then kiss me again.” The demand spoke itself before you could even think.
With the way he responded, you would have assumed he never intended to ask your permission. His kiss stole the breath from you, stole the thoughts from your mind. Every press of his lips to yours, every stroke of his tongue to yours, was shatteringly delicious. You could think of nothing except him. Him and a previously unknown need rapidly surfacing.
“Lucifer.” You felt a change happening in your body, a fire that started from the kindling of his kiss. Almost weightless in the water, your hands clung to his shoulders as you crawled into his lap and he sat back to welcome you. Your legs were bent on either side of him, your knees resting in the soft silt of the shallow pool.
You lowered yourself down to sit in his lap and almost moved back, jolted by his body’s reaction to yours. Something hard and thick pressed against your middle.
He pulled back, breaking a particularly heady kiss to offer an explanation you didn’t ask for. “This is how you make me feel.”
You understood. In that moment, your base instincts took over. His feeling was evident on the outside, while yours was purely internal.
At least, you thought your reaction to him was all internal, until he moved his hand from your waist. His hand moved slowly around the swell of your bottom to where your leg met your center.
“Lucifer,” you jerked slightly, nibbling his bottom lip, “that tickles.”
“I mean to please, not to tickle you, my sweet.”
You were about to ask him what he meant when his long fingers swiped along your center. A sound escaped your lips that sounded animalistic, almost a whine.
“I truly mean to please you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop at any time.”
You shifted in his hold, seeking his delectable fingers again. When you spoke your voice was low and demanding, “You’ve already stopped, and I want to feel that again.”
“Yes, my lady.” He nodded his head in reverence to you and his fingers found your center again. He parted your folds, rubbing the length of his fingers along your slit before brushing them against a part of you that sent a shockwave to your spine.
You jolted this time slightly, your eyebrows pulling upward in surprise at the foreign feeling.
He noted your reaction. “If you need me to slow down I will.”
“Don’t you dare.” Your lips found his again, the blueish glow of the water sloshing up between the two of you as you sought to be closer to him. You slightly rose back up on your knees to give him better access to your intimate flesh.
Lucifer continued his ministrations. He was only too happy to take advantage of your position. His fingers caressing your sex made you whine again. Then, he pressed one finger inside of you and you inhaled in a ragged gasp.
“Is this okay?” You barely registered his words as he languidly pumped his finger inside of you.
You nodded, delighting in the sensation his finger was providing, and delighting in him. Once you were used to the feeling you whispered, “More.”
He pressed a second finger inside you. Your body temporarily shuddered as it adapted to the intrusion.
You felt an ache eclipse your body, deep inside you, and your instincts told you you needed to be closer to him. In a way that two people could be joined together. His fingers continued to stroke you and he kissed you deeply again, tasting you, cherishing you.
“Lucifer,” you pulled back, lightheaded, a pleasurable feeling was building in your middle, but you needed more. “I -”
Your words failed you as he removed his fingers. You were about to protest when you felt his hardness between your legs. Your center was throbbing with need, and you felt fevered and frenzied without him. Your body craved him.
“I need you inside me, Lucifer.” You wiggled your hips, sloppily kissing his neck and up to his earlobe.
“Are you sure?” His voice was so dark and low.
“Yes.” Holding to his shoulders, you dragged your wet center along his length to punctuate your answer.
“How could I possibly resist you?” Lucifer’s expression was that of a man starved, and you were certain he meant to devour you. “Eyes on me, I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours as we do this.”
You obey him as you feel his hand reach between the two of you. Then you felt the tip of him. Right there. Right against your core. Just the tiniest movement and he would be inside you.
Greedily, you shifted your hips down slightly, never taking your eyes from his gaze. Unable to stop yourself from the all-consuming closeness you felt to Lucifer. Watching him, wanting him; all the while knowing there is no going back now. And yet, not wanting to miss a single moment. The sensations below and Lucifer - curse his name - drove you to this madness, this ecstasy. He pulled you down, his fingers digging into your waist.
There was a sharp pain as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his length. A burning sensation that made you want to move in the opposite direction. Then, as soon as it came on, the pain subsided. It was replaced by a delicious, honeyed heat that speared through your middle as he gave you more and more. He moved slowly, holding you as delicately as he could.
You watched his lips change from a thin line of steely determination to an open-mouthed pant, a groan escaping from his throat. The two of you were finally hip to hip, as close as you could possibly be, with him hot and heavy and incredible inside you.
You couldn’t tell if it was you that was trembling or him. Maybe it was both. His grip on your hips tightened, drawing you up, your sensitive spot grazing the plane of his pelvis in a torturous motion.
“Open your eyes, my sweet, indulge me.” You didn’t realize you had closed them.
You obeyed his ask, “Oh, Lucifer.”
“How does it feel?”
“You feel - ah - better than anything,” you cried out as he snapped his hips to you, “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m acting on our desires, my sweet.” His breath stuttered, as though he was fighting something internally. “No one else will ever have you like this.”
“I’m yours, Lucifer, all yours.” Your sensitive spot grazed his pelvis again, making you gasp. “You’re perfect.” Your fingers tangled in his soft hair as you kissed him deeply, fervently.
He responded by groaning into your mouth, and when you broke the kiss to lay siege to the skin of his neck, he moaned breathily in your ear.
You were a quick learner. “Darling Lucifer, do you like it when I tell you that I’m yours?”
“Yes -” He hissed. His breath was rapid now, and he picked up his movements, meeting every thrust and guiding you with his hands on your hips.
You felt a buildup starting again in your center, picking up from where his fingers had left off earlier. The friction was driving you to a point of no return. A moan tore its way through your chest, reverberating off the cavern walls.
“Lucifer, I’m yours, all yours.” You cried out his name as he slipped one hand between the two of you, using his finger to gently apply pressure to that spot that made the edges of your vision cloud over.
His name was a litany of prayer as he thrust into you over and over while his finger sated your clit. You clung to him with your remaining strength as you felt your body collapsing under waves of pleasure. The sensation was enough to drown you, to pull you under, but his continued motions kept you afloat.
You gasped, whined, moaned for him, telling him with and without words how you felt. Your legs shook and your hands trembled as they went from his shoulders to around his neck, pulling him in so you were chest to chest. Your entire body felt like it was falling apart and being made whole simultaneously. Your release crashed over you in a multitude of waves.
“I’m yours, Lucifer.” You felt him still inside you, thrusting as deep as he could as he breathed raggedly, filling you with a deep, pulsating heat, a broken sound leaving his lips. He held you like that for a while, the two of you clinging to one another tightly. The rising and falling of your chests and shared breaths returning back to normal.
How could anything return back to normal after this?
With one hand you caressed his cheek, opening your eyes and seeing the weight of his expression, “Luci-”
“You meant that, didn’t you?” His eyes searched your face, looking for hints.
You didn’t need to confirm what he was asking. You knew. He knew the answer as well, but he sought reassurance. “I do. I’m yours.”
He sighed heavily, resting his forehead to yours.
You kissed him, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. “And you’re mine.”
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No thoughts, only short king of ducks hell
@endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus is to blame for this
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I literally cannot afford to add another fictional character to the space in my brain but here we are
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Tinderbox
Dewdrop/Sodo ghoul x demon!fem!reader smut
WC: 5100
A/N: @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus ty for being my inspiration during these times of turmoil. Also - set in the roaring Twenties… for no reason other than fun.
Content warnings: fingering, p in v sex, biting, rough sex, marking, kn!fe play, kn!fe k!nk, blood play (towards the end) and consumption. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW below the cut.
The evening sparkled, there was no other way to describe it. Men in suits, women in sequins, feathers, and fringe-trimmed dresses.
You had one last evening to celebrate after gathering necessary intel on the earthly plane for the devious devils down below who employed you. Everything could have been perfect, had it not been for your choice of company and his complete and utter determination to ruin the evening.
You had spent the entire afternoon doing up your hair, placing the curls just so. Your horns were hidden perfectly beneath the human glamour you had chosen. The dress you chose was as low cut as you could get without being confused for a prostitute. You still had to look your part, after all. You shimmered like an effervescent glass of champagne, all golden and gorgeous from head to toe. The color complimented your human-shade skin so nicely. Even the undergarments you chose were golden, the garter belt holding your hosiery up and the unlined bra doing the same to your soft breasts.
Only one problem.
Dewdrop would not stop reaching under the table towards you. He couldn’t stop fidgeting since you left the hotel room, rather. First it was his shoes, dragging up and down your stocking-clad calves to get your attention, then he switched seats at the four-top, so he would be right next to you. Hands, feet, the backs of your knees, everything was on the table apparently.
His tail snaking its way up the skirt of your dress was the final straw. You were at a nice restaurant trying - failing - to enjoy a nice dinner. Just one teensy weensy thing in your temporary masquerade among the humans. For fucks sake, the place had white linen tablecloths.
Thankfully you were sitting at a corner table.
“Dew.” You said through a forced smile, “I’m being serious this time.”
You took a purposeful sip of your white wine, narrowing your eyes over the rim of the glass. The crisp, dry taste of the chilled beverage kept you from completely scowling at him. At least it did until you felt his tail curling up the edge of your dress again.
You scolded him again, “You know you shouldn’t be doing that, ghoul.”
His face was smug, “I can do whatever I want.”
“Just not whenever you want.” You shot back.
“You can’t deny me.” His gaze was intense, fuck, you wanted to give in to his whims so badly. You couldn’t though, not now. No matter how much you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you on top of this perfectly white cloth-covered table.
“I can, and I am.” Your resolve was firm, but for how much longer it would stay that way, you hadn’t a clue.
The two of you stared intensely at each other, his irises started shifting beneath his glamour, blood-red cutting through.
“Hah!” You exclaimed, though not loud enough to draw any untoward attention, “Sloppy, as usual, Dew. As soon as you get your mind in the gutter you start slipping.”
“As long as you’re there to catch me.” He grinned devilishly, and you could see his fangs poking through.
“I’ll catch you alright.” You sneered, “Right between my teeth I’ll catch you, honeydew.” You ended the sentence calling him your favorite term of endearment while simultaneously dragging your tongue across the top row of your even teeth. The action pointedly reminded him how your glamour was perfectly intact.
What was meant to douse the flames only added fuel to the fire ghoul. But that was the nature of your, rather explosive, relationship.
You opened your folding fan, the air in the room suddenly feeling stale and hot. As you fanned yourself his greedy, ghoulish hands made their way back to your thigh under the table.
You struck his offending hand reflexively before your brain could catch up. Perfectly in time for the runners to bring your appetizers out.
“Thank you.” You smiled graciously, Dew scowled, staring at the human food in front of you both. “Don’t even start now.” You warned him.
“Fine.” He sighed, looking around before scooping up his food and shoveling it down without tasting it. He sat back in his seat as you brought the first bite to your wine-red lips. “I want to play a game.”
“What did you have in mind?” You said absently, glancing around sharply to make sure no one was watching his abhorrent display of table manners.
“If anyone looks too long at you -”
You interrupted him, “Too broad, be specific.” You had another bite of the tangy appetizer.
“Fine.” He huffed, looking around the room before a wicked grin crept over his face. “If that waiter comes over here for no reason again, I get to spank you.”
Touché, that was specific enough. “Oh, I see, and if he comes over here with a purpose?”
“Your choice then.”
“Nah, too boring.” He let out an irritated noise, but you ignored him, “How about this, if you get jealous of him flirting with me, I get at least one more orgasm than you.”
“That’s assuming he will flirt with you, which there’s no way he will do that with me here.” He seemed overly confident. “The human men respect each other way more than they respect women.”
The match was set. “Then you shouldn’t be afraid of being jealous.”
“I’m never jealous.”
“We’ll see about that.” A smirk touched your lips before you finished your plate of food.
You enjoy the rest of your meal, each course exciting your taste buds more than the last. Finally, it was time for dessert. Out came the most decadent looking chocolate frosted cake on a silver platter. The waiter, whose name you learned was Liam after you asked and batted your eyelashes, promptly served you a slice of the checkerboard cake.
You took a huge bite, savoring the sweetness. Vanilla and chocolate, perfect for your indecisive self.
The waiter serves Dewdrop a slice as well before his watchful eyes look at your face again
“Miss, you have some, er, frosting on your cheek.”
“Oh, do I?” You played so innocently. “Be a dear and get it for me, would you?”
“With pleasure.” He plucks a dark napkin from the inside of an otherwise empty wine glass. The man leans in and dabs the cloth on your cheek, the side of his finger brushing your skin excited you. You didn’t break eye contact until you felt the whole table rattle as Dewdrop kicked it.
Moment over.
The waiter straightened and motioned to the bottle of champagne you ordered, averting his eyes from you. He picks up the bottle and begins to tear the gold foil from the top but Dew snatches it out of his hand. His chair makes a scraping squeak as he practically jumps out of it, commanding the room.
You watch wide-eyed as couples conversations at the few surrounding tables begin to die out, their attention turned to the two devils in disguise. Dewdrop removes the fastener with one hand and easily manhandles the bottle with the other.
Damn those perfect hands of his.
You thought he meant to pop the cork barehanded but he surprised you, as well as earned a couple light gasps from nearby tables, as he picked up a knife. He ran it along the seam of the champagne bottle and with a swipe of the blade he sliced the bottle open. It let out a loud pop, and the contents inside bubbled but no liquid spilled, rather, combined with the air in a hiss and left it like a smoking gun.
The scattered applause in the space was no match for Dew’s smirk at you.
Oh he had you. He had you so well. Who would have thought that sabrage could be so sexy?
There was no point in flirting with the human anymore, but you did it anyway. You were already traversing a rocky path, but you wanted to set off a few more traps along the way. So you made sure Dew caught you looking the waiter up and down, raking your gaze over him as he handed you the glass of champagne.
The two of you sat in silence while you finished your beverage and cake. Then you reached for your purse, opening it to find the dark lipstick that needed reapplying.
The waiter came back to your table as you brazenly applied your lipstick in front of the dining room. You did one of your signature moves, sweeping your eyes to look up at him, your lashes batting ever-so-slightly in that way that made mortal men fall to their knees.
“Can I interest you in anything else this evening?” His voice deepened, “Perhaps something off the menu?”
“Oh?” You played up your sweetness to tooth-rotting levels, “What did you have in mind?”
The waiter went to open his mouth and promptly closed it, his expression turning to icy fear. You turned your head to look at Dewdrop just as he hissed at the poor mortal, his eyes glowed red as he purposefully dropped his glamour.
You hit him with your fan again.
It was well past time to leave. You didn’t want the mortal getting in any real trouble with your fire ghoul, so you collected your wits and coat and left promptly, dragging Dew behind you by his necktie.
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You both got in the lift to go up to your shared hotel room. Of course, you had to tell the clerk at the check-in desk that you were “Mr. And Mrs.” since this establishment was more on the high end and yet still cared that a woman couldn’t rent her own room by herself.
Eye roll.
As soon as the doors closed on the lift, the energy changed. The light bulbs dimmed, the panel on the wall containing the floor numbers blinking and flickering before stabilizing. The liftman blinked and shook his head furiously, not understanding what had happened. But you knew, Dewdrop was absorbing power. But for what, you had not the faintest.
As if to prove a point, he snuck his hand behind you, running up the inside of your thigh closest to him and shocking you with static electricity. You tried not to jump, not to give him the satisfaction, but your body betrayed you.
He snickered, causing the elevator operator to glance back over his shoulder, prying eyes turning to see what was happening. Dew growled at him, eliciting the same nasty behavior as he had at the dinner table.
You swatted him with your fan in the ribs, only to get no response. He was locked in a death stare with the poor soul.
There’s only one way to remedy this.
You darted your hand out, nimble fingers digging into Dew’s side to tickle him. He made a high pitched sound that almost made you laugh aloud, turning his red eyes at you. You weren’t intimidated by his glare at all, at least not until the threat spilled like thick poison from between his clenched teeth.
“You’ll pay for that.”
Your stomach squeezed. Dewdrop made more threats than a hellhound has teeth, but this felt like a promise. It was the way he said it that sealed the deal. But you wouldn’t let him win, not yet at least.
“You don’t scare me honeydew.” You let your glamour slip slightly, baring your sharp fangs at him.
The elevator clanged and let out a ding.
“Uh, e- enjoy your evening.” The liftman tripped over his words and opened the door. He was surely too eager to be rid of the both of you.
You slid the metal key from your tiny purse, unlocking the door. Dew grabbed you and opened the door, slamming it loudly behind you. The hotel room was a coffin now, and you were about to be buried alive. Your only warning was his heavy panting breaths and the tight grip on your arm.
Payback time.
He shoved you into the wall roughly, your shoulders taking the brunt of the impact. Dewdrop grabbed you, his claws creating divots in your glamoured skin, and planted his lips on yours. The kiss you shared was equally matched in ferocity and need, sending tingles to the very tips of your fingers. You felt your lust bubbling to the surface, equivalent only to your dark urge to mark him too.
Your hands went up to his cheeks immediately and from there to tangle in his silken white-blonde hair, not letting him go for a second. You couldn’t, holding him close to you was your greatest desire. His kisses smothered you in warmth and his scent of smoke and ash.
He kissed you fervently and rambled as his lips traveled to your face and neck, his right hand moving to the small of your back, long fingers pulling you flush against him while the other knotted itself in your hair. “I’ve wanted to have you since the second you stepped out in that dress. I know you put it on just to tempt me, to tease me.”
“Dewdrop, listen to yourself, I had to wear something. I can’t just go out in public naked.”
You could tell he was picturing it from the way his breath stalled, his teeth freezing over your quickening pulse. Gripping his tie and unfastening it, you broke him out of his wild imagination, snapping it as you tore it from beneath his shirt and jacket.
“No, no you couldn’t.” He managed breathily.
Your breath was just as tremulous, “Tell me why, my ghoul.” Your fingers tugged on the lapels of his jacket, pulling him back in. You were already lust-drunk from just kissing him, but you needed more.
“Because you’re mine.” His gruff voice, the rushed kisses, and the scrapes of his fangs at your throat felt like a drug being injected directly into your bloodstream, and you felt your rational thoughts slipping away into nothingness. All that was left was him. Him and you. The two of you against the world in a time you didn’t belong to.
His left hand grasped the inside of your thigh, which made you eternally grateful for the high-sitting fringe on the dress. You gasped, his warm, long fingers dug into your flesh almost possessively. His desire to mark you as his was as intense as your need to be claimed by him. And you needed to be claimed by him, completely.
He played with the garter straps laying innocently against your legs and traced the seams of your stockings. You stripped his jacket off his shoulders, glad to be ridding him of the superfluous clothing but wincing when his hands left your skin.
His fingers continued to travel upwards, nearing the apex between your thighs. Now he was stalling, those digits you craved so much just hovered, occasionally tickling the crease of your leg. Dewdrop loved to tease you, it was all to get you back for teasing him so much. You knew you earned this, but you wanted him so badly to cross that threshold and touch you where you ached.
He moved his face back from your neck, meeting your eye line, watching you unravel before he’s even done anything to you. That smug look on his face made you unruly, and you flashed your fangs to urge him to get on with it. Dewdrop kissed you as his fingers slid under the seam of your panties. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, greedily biting at his lip. He growled in response as he stroked against your slit.
“So fucking wet for me.” He said in the midst of messy kisses, then he bit at your bottom lip, trapping it prisoner between his sharp teeth before drawing back. His eyes were dark as the void itself, “Or is this for him?”
That human? He couldn’t be serious.
“No, Dewdrop, only for you.”
“Fucking better be.” He pressed two fingers inside your aching center.
He tilted your head with his free hand, kissing up your neck and ear again. Your ear which was now pointed, the skin he was kissing melting from an illusory human tone to a color wholly unnatural for a person.
Dewdrop pulled back again, admiring his handiwork. “Now who’s glamour is slipping?” He curled his fingers to punctuate the question, making your thighs fight to close.
Smug bastard.
“Show me.” His eyes glowed intensely. “Let me see you.”
“Are you -” a moan interrupted your question as he added a third finger inside you. Your nails dug into his shoulders. “A-are you sure?” He hadn’t seen you completely without your glamour before, and you felt nervous about bringing it out.
He planted a passionate kiss for assurance to your lips, “Fuck yes.”
“Hmmm,” you hummed, debating whether you should. Then, you realized you could make it a game and a wicked, seductive smile had you goading him, “Make me cum and I will.”
“How can I say no to that?”
You had no warning as his thumb pressed against your clit. His fingers, fuck, they felt too good inside you. It was a curse, as they made it so yours could never measure up.
He kept up his pace, and the stimulation between his fingers and thumb was making you weak. You felt your knees sagging slightly, but he kept you right where he wanted you against that wall. Dew didn’t let up for a moment, giving you all that you craved with the ministrations of his hand and kissed you deeply. You swear even your scalp tingled; you felt lightheaded already. And all the tension between you two earlier? That was the real foreplay.
His fingers kept up their movements, in and out, in and out, giving you that sensation that had you at the end of a rope, hanging on a rope by a thread. Then he curled his fingers and you became flaming cinders burning the rope to ash. Your claws dug into his shoulders as your body tensed, teetering on the precipice of your orgasm.
“Dew -” you whined, trying to hold on.
“Let go for me.” He whispered into your skin before sucking hard on the flesh of your neck.
You cried out in rapture as you shattered. His long fingers stroked you through the fluttering waves of your climax. You thought he would give you more time to come down from your high, but you were wrong. A moan escaped your lips as his fingers left your dripping sex and you looked at him.
Dewdrop’s red eyes were intimidating, and filled with desire. You knew he wouldn’t wait any second longer. He gave you what you wanted, now it was your turn to sate him.
“Turn around.”
You did as you were told, obedient only for him.
He brushed your fallen hair from the back of your neck to expose the top of your dress. His fingers hesitated with the zipper for a second too long before he let go of you. You were about to complain when you felt the cold press of metal skate up the back of your thigh. Your veins turned icy and made you go rigid as the metal glided up and under the hem of your dress. Far too close to your heat. Dewdrop grabbed the bottom of your dress in his other hand and with a swipe, shredded the garment from your body.
“Dew! I liked that dress!” The shorn pieces lay in tatters at your feet along with the knife you recognized from dinner earlier. He must have pocketed it after popping open the champagne bottle.
“I’ll get you another one.” He sized you up, looking you up and down. “Drop your glamour. Now.”
You wanted to protest, but you knew he was just like you in this regard: Stubborn to a fault. It was his turn to get his way, and you had to give in.
You rolled your shoulders, removing your bra, then unclipping the garter belt from your middle. Concentrating, you closed your eyes, shifting into your true form, your hellish form. Your twin horns sprouting from beneath your thick hair, your tail appearing behind you, and your skin turning an inhuman shade somewhere between dusk and dawn. Your nails lengthened into claws and your teeth did the same, became sharper and deadly.
Used to seeing so many parts of Dewdrop, it wasn’t anything new per se to have him do the same, but at the same time - it was. The air changed, it felt thick as you inhaled, taking him all in. Showing yourselves to each other shouldn’t have mattered so much. But this added a layer of intimacy to your tryst. Two demons in their true forms, finding temporary solace in each other's arms in this isolating earthly plane.
Ironically, it was a slice of heaven.
“You’re perfect like this.” He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth.
“Am I?”
“Yes.” He kissed you again, deeply, with a depth of lust you couldn’t place yet. His voice dropped low, “Now I think I might die if I’m not inside you. Get up there.” He ended the sentence with a chaste pinch on your exposed ass cheek.
You knew better at this point than to ask him if he wanted you face up or down.
It was a face down kind of night.
He didn’t waste a breath, no sooner had you “assumed the position” and he was behind you, bare, and pressing against your rear.
An embarrassingly needy sound escaped you, but you couldn’t help it. You were like Pavlov’s dog and Dewdrop trained you exceedingly well.
And he rewarded you even better.
He fisted your hair with one hand, pulling you back so you felt him right there. His thick cock rested perfectly against your wet cunt, and you wiggled your ass back and forth to coat his length with your juices. He twitched, hand reaching out to line himself up with your entrance.
This was always the part that made your toes curl and your breath stall. The calm before the storm with the tip of his hard dick against your lips. Every muscle tensed, your demon body roaring internally, needing to be taken by him, demanding to be claimed.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he pressed himself inside you, and you felt that familiar burning stretch. Your nails dug into the sheets for leverage, and you arched your back further, pressing back to ensure he buried himself to the hilt on the first go. Your mouth hung open as he bottomed out, then he immediately withdrew, leaving only the tip inside you before slamming his hips back against yours. His grip on your waist tightened as he started a rhythm that had you crying out for gods you didn’t believe in.
“You think that stupid, human, waiter could fuck you as good as me?” He was relentless, rutting into you like an unbridled animal. If there was one thing about Dewdrop you could always count on, it was that he would put all of his rage into fucking you. He held onto his emotions from the day and completely let go, only for you.
“Is that, fuck, is that jealousy I hear?”
“Maybe it is.” You felt his claws coming out, digging into your soft hips.
You growled, the feeling of your ass cheeks vibrating with every thrust of his hips meeting yours was spurring you on more. Just then, an idea in the heat of the moment hit you. You craned your neck to rake your gaze over him, distracting him with your pleading eyes. “Give me more, please Dew. I need more.”
He took the bait. His dark eyes locked on yours, “You’ll take whatever I give you, harlot.”
You used his distraction to snake your tail up and behind his back, careful to avoid his in the process. The spaded end of the appendage dragged itself underneath his arm, running along his ribs with a feather-light touch.
He jolted, not hesitating to give you a hard smack on your right ass cheek before pulling out of you. The feeling of being empty made you clench, alarm sounds ringing in your feverish brain. You sat up, playing innocent even though he would never buy it, “It was an accident.”
“I don’t care.” He shifted himself so his back was against the pillows along the headboard. “You want to misbehave then you’re going to have to work for it.” His red eyes flicked downward before landing back on your nude frame and he crossed his arms.
“With pleasure.” You purred, mocking the sentence the waiter had said to you earlier. Only now, it was to further goad the fire ghoul. Moving to straddle him, you kept your gaze on him, your throne to sit and satisfy yourself upon. Just you wait, ghoul, I’ll make you scream for me.
Your shoulders moved like a feline predator stalking its prey as you crawled up onto his lap. You rose up on your knees. He remained in his unhelpful posture, arms crossed. That’s fine. He never could keep himself from touching you for long. Your hand touched his length, stroking him lazily several times while watching his face closely, his only reaction being a slight purse of his lips. You knew he was probably biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself so stoic.
You moved to be above him, lining his cock up with your entrance and sinking down on him. You bit your lip to keep from moaning and Dewdrop hissed in response. Fuck. It didn’t matter how many times you did this, it felt so fucking good every time.
You lifted yourself back up, wanting to start slow, but Dew had other ideas. He swiftly grabbed your hips and forced you back down on him hard, punching the air from your lungs with the strength of his thrust. A cry escaped from your lips.
He was never able to help himself from manhandling you, especially when you were on top. But, it was unusual for him to lose his patience so quickly. He bucked his hips up into you as you tried and failed to establish a pace. He wouldn’t let you go, his claws digging into the plush skin at your waist possessively.
“Dew!” You gasped his name as he claimed the flesh of your neck, biting and sucking everywhere he could.
Frustration and pleasure hit you right in your middle. No movement was your own. He was relentless. And he was not loosening his grip on you for a second. He was so out of control it seemed, like some part of him had woken up and seized authority over his brain.
It was because you dropped your glamour.
The realization hit you right as you began to see stars once more. It was so good. Too good. Just his cock inside you and you felt yourself barreling towards another orgasm. His pace was almost cruel, dragging you up and pulling you back down, feeling every inch of him.
Another heavy breath escaped you before you could speak, “Dewdrop?”
He cursed again, “What?” His hand fisted your hair, catching your lip between his fangs and tasted you.
You broke the kiss, biting the inside of your cheek to ground you. The pain helped you find your words, “You want me to be yours?”
“Yes.” He growled, “Fuck.”
Your voice was barely a whisper now as you fought harder to stave off your climax, “All yours?”
“Yes.”
You snaked your tail up again, this time caressing the side of his neck with the spaded end. You dragged it back, brushing his long hair away from his neck, exposing the skin peppered by smudges of your lipstick.
“Then let me mark you.”
A sound escaped him that was between a breathy laugh and a scoff. “I knew that’s what you wanted.” His pupils nearly completely enveloped his red eyes, and you knew yours were blown just as wide. “Take your pleasure from me, temptress.”
Without hesitation, you sink your teeth into the pale grey flesh of his neck as you reach ecstasy. You taste him in your mouth, then everywhere all at once. His blood is a liquid inferno on your tongue, igniting your senses. Your cries are muffled as you feel every muscle in your strong demonic body clench simultaneously. You hold him tight, claws taking root in his skin, as though he is your very life force as you ride the waves of your pleasure.
Feeling your orgasm is more than enough to put him over the edge with you. You felt his dick twitching as he spilled himself deep inside of you and filthy words of lust leave his lips.
“Fuck. You’re all mine. Now and fucking forever.”
You release your mouth from his neck to allow him his turn, admiring for a slim moment the mark worth your canines. A breath barely passes your lips before he yanks your hair to the side and bites down on your neck, marking you back, his cock still pulsing inside you.
Your eyes close tightly and you roll your hips, following the rhythm of each lap of his tongue on your neck until he breaks his hold on you. Both of you groan from the overstimulation, but your body fails you, feeling too spent to go another round right now.
You don’t waste time. Dewdrop is not one for cuddles, usually, but neither are you. A discomfort fills your body when you pull yourself off him, but you brush it off as the true nature of your hellish form overstaying its welcome.
Standing from the bed, you made your way to the vanity. Spying your glamourless self was not new, but it stirred something within you. Seeing the bite marks, hickies, and scratches he left gave you a tingling feeling.
You never came out from a tryst with Dew looking unscathed, but this was different. You brought a hand to your swollen bottom lip and ran your other hand through your hair, touching your pointed ears. Sighing, you went to change back, concentrating on changing your skin, your patterning back to human-like.
Dewdrop seized your wrist, “No.”
You jumped, whirling towards him. You hadn’t realized he even got out of bed. “No?”
“Just stay yourself a little longer.” His fiery gaze dropped almost timidly to the floor, “Please. I like you like this.”
Words failed you. But how could you possibly ignore his plea?
The answer?
You couldn’t.
Anything for your fire ghoul.
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴠɪɪ
Copia x fem!Reader smut
Content warnings: Voyeurism, P in V sex. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut.
The sounds of skin slapping skin combined with wooden squeaking and reverberated off the walls in the otherwise empty cathedral. Long gone was the crowd from earlier today. All that remained were you and the Cardinal.
“Copia, someone will see!”
“That’s the idea, amore.” He kept up his pace, sharp, brutal thrusts from behind that jiggled your entire body with the effort. Your hands held onto the end of the wooden pew for dear life, surely leaving crescent-shaped divots from your nails.
You tried to relax, to let your mind be taken away by the lust of having Copia fucking you with the urgency that you two couldn’t possibly wait to get somewhere private.
Just then you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye. Then another above you on the second floor.
You gasped as he reached his hand around to the front of you, “Someone is watching us.”
His gloved fingers found your clit, the shockwaves of him touching you there making your head spin. “So let’s let them enjoy the view, hm?”
You moaned, you didn’t think about it like that before, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it was as he stroked small circles on the sensitive spot.
You imagine what it would be like to watch from afar. Perhaps one of the ghouls was wandering and heard noises, maybe going to explore the source. Unbeknownst to them they were coming towards the echoing lewd sounds of sex. Imagining seeing how good you must look with Papa fucking you from behind. How your breasts and body jiggle with each deep thrust. Fuck. It was hot.
The circling on your clit, coupled with the dirty thoughts, put you over the edge all too quickly. Heat flooded through your body, flushing your cheeks and chest red. You came with a moan that got caught in your throat, choking you, and you couldn’t do anything but gasp as your body tensed and spasmed.
His pace didn’t slow at all, he drove into you with such determination that your knees banged against the pew. He chased his orgasm and fucked you through yours, only meeting his release several hard thrusts later.
As you and the Cardinal went through the ritual of ending your nocturnal tryst, you heard a scuffling of a step from the balcony area. You saw the silver glint of a mask vanish into the darkness. Perhaps next time you could have the lonely ghoul join you two…
#the band ghost x reader smut#copia x reader smut#cardinal copia x reader smut#papa emeritus iv x reader#the band ghost x reader
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴠɪ
Cirrus x Cumulus ghoulette x fem!Reader smut
Content warnings: BDSM. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut. Boo.
Cirrus and Cumulus had taken their sweet time to get you to this point, and you were eager to be so obedient for them. Your wrists were cuffed in soft, supple leather above you as you stood. Your legs were propped open by the adjustable spreader bar between your ankles. Every inch of you was on fire, tingling with need to be touched.
“That okay?” Cirrus asked while tightening the second nipple clamp.
You exhaled a long, tremulous breath, “Yes.”
“Good.” Cumulus handed a third clamp to the ghoulette.
Your clit was already too sensitive from the bullet vibrator they used on you, but as she moved to tighten the clamp oh-so-gently, your knees wilted.
Through your bleary eyes you saw Cumulus grinning, her tongue swiping over her lips as she salivated over you. The feelings were mutual.
“Now, I want you to pick a hand.” Cirrus now looked positively mischievous, holding her claws behind her back. You could hardly focus, nodding your head to your right, her left.
She produced her closed fist, holding it out and opening it to reveal nothing. Cumulus answered for the both of you, “We get to use our fingers on you next.”
“What was in your other hand?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
“That’s for later, now, eyes on us.”
All the attention you craved, and all your sweet needs and filthy wants you had ever hoped to voice were answered by your ghoulettes that night.
#the band ghost x reader smut#nameless ghoul x reader smut#cirrus x reader#cirrus x cumulus#cumulus x reader#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴠ
Dewdrop ghoul x gn!Reader smut
Content warnings: Dom, sub, degradation. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut.
Dewdrop was in a state tonight to have you submit to him. Your hands were tied together at the wrist and he trapped them above your head as you stood against the wall. His other hand was busy playing with your sex.
And he was making you scream louder than his guitar. At least… you would if you could.
“Mgfh -” Your cries were muffled as you fought your impending release, but his hand wouldn’t let up. You came too quickly, your mind shattering, and your body tensing.
“What’s that? You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” He reached up, flicking your cheek.
The saliva from your mouth coated the ball gag, dripping down your chin and onto your chest. You were a complete mess.
“Such a good fucking slut.” His predatory gaze narrowed. “Get on your knees.”
You did as you were told. He unfastened the gag and removed it. Your jaw relaxed slightly, and your tongue hung out between your patted lips, eager to taste him as he stood before you.
You always liked being bound and gagged by Dewdrop. The tears streaming down your face as he throat-fucked you were proud badges of honor. The fire ghoul’s perfect submissive plaything.
#sodo x reader smut#dewdrop ghoul smut#dewdrop x reader smut#the band ghost x reader smut#nameless ghoul x reader smut#dewdrop ghoul
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ɪᴠ
Swiss ghoul x gn!Reader smut
Content warnings: Shibari, rope kink, choking, slight dom!reader. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut.
“Fuck, I need to touch you so bad.” Swiss whined. It was almost too easy for you to make him all needy.
“No.” You replied flatly, grinding yourself down and circling your hips as you rode him. “You asked to be tied up, this is what you get.”
He looked pouty and yet pleased, watching you fuck yourself on top of him. You arched your back, giving him a show, feeling that electricity building with each circle of your hips.
He was starting to go tense under you, his breathing quickening. You could tell he was almost there so you pulled out the final trick you knew would have him crying for you.
You leaned down, your hand running up the length of the intricately tied rope on his chest before reaching his bare throat.
Swiss looked at you wide eyed as your thumb and forefinger ghosted over his pulse points. You felt the throbbing blood vessels beneath his skin, thrumming with each rapid beat of his heart. You pressed down, your fingertips buzzing with the power you held over him.
“Fuck me.” His eyes rolled back, his back bowing off the bed as much as the restraints would allow, coming for you loud and hard.
Once he had come back down to earth, you worked diligently to untie him. You traced sweet kisses along any skin that was chafed and red from his incessant pulling against the constraints.
He’d be ready in a few short minutes to go another round. And he would stop at nothing to make you come as many times as possible in reward for your efforts.
#the band ghost x reader smut#swiss ghoul x reader#swiss army ghoul#multi ghoul#Swiss ghoul x reader smut#nameless ghoul x reader smut
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ɪɪɪ
Phantom ghoul x fem!Reader smut
Content warnings: Blood play, blood kink, vampirism, praise. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut.
“Fuck.” You let out a ragged breath, feeling your second orgasm slowly building as you rode him. He kissed you again fiercely, holding you as close as he could.
Your fingers laced through his long hair, “You’re so good, such a good ghoul, my Phantom.”
He whined as your fingertips traced his horns, “Yes, for you, only for you.”
The atmosphere was heady, and you were already feeling bliss through your whole body. It made you want to take a risk you knew would pay off. “Do you want - ah - a reward for being so good to me?”
He nodded, and you didn’t need to reply with words, instead moving your hair off of the right side of your neck.
His dark eyes went wide, “A-are you sure?”
You sunk down again, so close to the edge, “Yes, Phantom, taste me.”
He nodded again, this time looking like he was in a stupor. Phantom leaned forward, his hands going to move your hair off your shoulder more and wrap around your back.
His fangs scraped against the curve of your neck and he inhaled deeply. Then, he sunk his teeth into your flesh.
A flash of bright white pain stung for just a second before fading into waves of pleasure that flooded your entire body. You mewled, barely circling your hips once more before you came hard.
He cried out at the same time you did, but his was muffled by the fact that his mouth was latched onto your neck. His hands moved down to your waist, forcing you down onto his cock as far as you could go as you clenched around him.
Lightheadedness hits you suddenly, making you droop out of weakness. His lips sealed around the throbbing pulse on your neck, licking languidly, savoring every drop of your hot blood.
You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you know is that you woke up with a soft blanket covering you and a sated ghoul gratefully nuzzling your neck.
#phantom ghoul#the band ghost x reader smut#phantom ghoul x reader#phantom ghoul x reader smut#nameless ghoul x reader smut
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ɪɪ
Rain ghoul x gn!Reader smut
Content warnings: Ice cubes, temperature play. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut. Arrivederci.
Your warm body reacted by jerking as Rain kissed down your chest and abdomen.
He left a trail of saliva and water in his wake. The frigid ice cube in his mouth made you shiver as it came into contact with your skin.
“Rain,” You whined as he neared closer and closer to your sex. You were half pleading for him to stop, for fear it would be too much, and half begging him to keep going.
He surprised you by dropping the ice cube from his mouth into your belly button. Your abdominal muscles clenched reflexively and you looked at him as a heat flushed over your face.
“Needy, are we?” He looked up at you with those dark eyes that made your heart flutter.
“For you, Rain, always.” You spoke in a whisper, a plea to the water ghoul.
He smirked, reaching over to grab the cup of ice. “That’s what I like to hear.” He tilts the cup up and rattles another cube into his mouth.
After putting the cup back down he lowers himself between your legs, licking and sucking at the insides of your thighs with his freezing lips and tongue.
When he finally gives attention to your sex, you make a surprised noise, trying to close your legs. But Rain is prepared, his strong hands holding your thighs apart as he pleasured you, coaxing heavy, gasping breaths from you as you adjusted quickly to the cold and fell apart.
The ice had long melted, but the heat between you two didn’t go out the entire night.
#the band ghost x reader smut#rain ghoul x reader#rain ghoul#rain ghoul x reader smut#water ghoul#nameless ghoul x reader smut
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛ🍬ʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
Mountain ghoul x fem!Reader smut
Content warnings: Size Kink, Breeding Kink. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
NSFW Below the cut. All smut. No plot.
The stretch accompanying him pressing inside you made your eyes roll back, and your hands scratched for purchase to hold onto his back and wide shoulders.
Only a few thrusts in and you were losing your mind. “Mountain!”
He drew back before delving inside you again, surely rearranging your organs, “Yes?”
“It’s - ah - too much.” You tried to move but to no avail. He had you trapped underneath his body, like a rat in a cage. He kept perfectly still while fully sheathed in you. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, your brain scattering in different directions.
He let out a soft exhaled laugh, “You said you could take it.”
You wriggled again, “I can.”
“You also said,” his voice dipped dangerously low, “you want me to breed you.”
You stared up into his dark eyes, “I do. Now move or I think I might die.”
He smirked and lowered his head to your neck, leaving love bites as he drove into you over and over. All too soon you reached the pinnacle, your muscles tightening all at once as whines and shuddering breaths left your lips.
Mountain fucked you through your first orgasm, then through a second, until you felt endless waves of pleasure tingling like shockwaves through your entire body. Your face was wet and you were babbling incoherently. You repeated his name like a litany, crying out for him, but for what you didn’t know.
When he reached his release, he made sure to stay as deep inside you as possible. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and your tear-stained cheeks, “If you think I’m done with you after only one round, you’re mistaken.”
His strong hands flipped you over onto your stomach, placing pillows under you to prop you up.
You went from seeing stars to galaxies. You were all his. His gasping, writhing, crying mess as he plowed into you like his own personal broodmare the rest of the night.
#the band ghost x reader smut#the band ghost x reader#mountain ghoul x reader#mountain ghoul#mountain ghoul x reader smut#nameless ghoul x reader smut
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They’re idiots your honor
And we <3 them
#shitghosting#the band ghost#phantom ghoul#nameless ghouls#just ghoul activities#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#sodo ghoul
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We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you Fry Boy pics 👀
Tiktok here by thisisntella <- pls watch its an amazing edit
This new look is giving Papa II and I’m GNAWING at the bars of my enclosure
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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Welcome to hell
NSFW will be tagged as such, minors DNI.
Works are “x Reader” unless otherwise specified.
𝕮𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖆
Just a Quick(ie) Change (NSFW)
^Part II in the works 🍽️
𝖉𝖊𝖜𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑
Careful What You Wish For (NSFW)
Tinderbox (NSFW)
𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑
Equilibrium (NSFW)
𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘
kinktober (NSFW): Mountain; Rain; Phantom;
𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 (𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙)
Halloween Editions: Watching scary movies; Halloween shenanigans
Sexting (NSFW)
Manhandling Ghouls; Ghoulettes (NSFW)
Lingerie (NSFW)
𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘:
My Arcane-focused acct is here: @viktorshands
#the band ghost#masterlist#the band ghost headcanons#the band ghost x reader smut#the band ghost x reader#the band ghost imagines
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𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 V
Spooky season edition!
No specific prompt, just random Halloween shenanigans and general buffoonery with the nameless goons ghouls
Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for inspiration and scream laughing with me as I finished these!
No warnings; cut for formatting.
Swiss:
Once this ghoul learns about Ouija boards, no one can dissuade him from using one
You happened to have one that you had been too afraid to use
He begs and pleads to use it
Does not understand how to use it and does not want to learn
Asks WAY too intricate of questions
To no one's surprise, he gets impatient
“Swiss!” You slap his hands off the board again. “You can’t ask such convoluted questions, it would be impossible to get an answer!”
“What?” He shakes his head, “I just wanted to know how they died!”
“Yes, and that’s a rude question to ask.” He let out a huff so you continued, “Let’s just stick with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, shall we?”
“Fine.” He grumbles, placing two fingers back on the planchette. You follow his l4ead, holding your breath as he thinks of a question. “Did you like music?”
The planchette moves to indicate yes.
“See now we’re getting somewhere.” He bites his bottom lip in deep concentration, “What’s your favorite K-pop group from the last ten years?”
You wanted to throw your hands up in exasperation, but you settled for narrowing your eyes at him, “Swiss, really?”
“I did it again, didn’t I?” His expression went sheepish.
The planchette moves on its own, guiding itself to land over yes again.
“Shit, sorry spirit!”
The two of you ask a couple more easy questions before proclaiming the session closed, moving the planchette to “goodbye”. After closing safely and packing everything up, you give Swiss a playful smack on his shoulder and he just grins at you, knowing full well he deserves to be scolded.
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Phantom:
He found a box of Halloween decorations and made the executive decision that it wasn’t nearly enough
After trips to several stores for outdoor decor, he tasks you with helping to put everything up
You two even make a spooky playlist to blast while you work
The decorations look amazing, but are very scary at night
By the time Halloween actually rolls around, kids are too afraid to come up to the front door to trick-or-treat
“Where is everybody?” He’s been pacing since three in the afternoon.
You check your phone: it’s quarter past six now and well-past dark. You pat his bat wing-clad arm, “Maybe the house is too frightening, sometimes when people go overboard the little kids get too scared.”
He squishes his face against the front window, watching groups of trick-or-treaters going up and down the street, kids that pass by do so in a wide arc, you were right: they were too scared to come up.
“I’ve gone overboard!” He exclaims.
Before you can react he grabs the candy bowl and sprints out the front door, tearing down the pathway as the motion-triggered spiders drop down and animatronics all spring to life. They light up, scream, and cackle with voice lines as Phantom reaches the sidewalk and starts tossing candy out like it’s a sport.
Distantly, you hear him yelling, “I promise it’s not scary! Here’s the candy! I’m sorry!”
You cover your mouth as you smile. His enthusiasm is endearing to say the least. “There’s nothing for it now.” You say to yourself as you head out to join him.
You bring the rest of the oversized candy with you and two folding chairs. The two of you sit out front in your costumes and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters until you run out of candy… because then Phantom starts giving away random things from the house, and that’s where you draw the line.
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Dewdrop:
This ghoul wants to be an agent of chaos on Halloween
When you agree to go along with his mischievous plans, he shows you his plans
It’s basically just charcoal scribbles on a lined sheet of paper with random “X’s” on the page
He explains it’s his game plan, the map of where you’ll go to prank houses
When you ask about disguises, he is already prepared with ski masks and black gloves because he “doesn’t want to leave fingerprints”
You don’t waste your time explaining to the ghoul that his clawed fingers won’t leave fingerprints, instead nodding along with his antics
“Get back here!” A grumpy middle-aged man chases you and Dew across his lawn after you’d pelted his front door with eggs.
“Run!” You two split off into two different directions, following his plan perfectly and heading in a roundabout way towards the next victim’s house.
After stopping to catch your breath near some tall hedges, you straighten and walk briskly around the corner to find Dewdrop with his back to you. He looks on high alert, scoping out the area to make sure he can execute his pranks.
Might as well sneak up on him and have a little fun.
“Get off my lawn!” You scream and tickle his sides and he jumps, shrieking and whipping around with the most scared look on his face you’d ever seen.
You fall to the ground, holding your side from the leftover pain from running combined with your inability to breathe from laughing so hard.
“That’s - you! You’re not - ugh!” He stomps his feet, mad as a hornet, which only makes you laugh harder.
As the steam eventually dissipates from Dewdrop’s ears, you rally him to TP the last two houses on the map with you. His devilish grin returns and he cackles as he puts all his effort into throwing the toilet paper rolls over the unsuspecting person’s trees. Meanwhile, you await the ideal opportunity to sneak up behind him again.
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Rain:
He is in a rare wholesome mood, asking you to go apple picking
You sense an undertone of delinquency in his request, but you go along with it
Once at the orchard, you lose Rain immediately
You find him later, and he has an entire wheelbarrow full of apples
He climbs from tree to tree like a wild animal
“Save some for everybody else, Rain!”
Your warning goes unheeded by the water ghoul, and he scrambles up the branches up the next tree, “I have to get all the best ones!”
After an exorbitant amount of money spent on apples later, you get home and make several gallons of cider and set it out in a giant punch bowl for everyone to enjoy.
You took a swig of the beverage, expecting a crisp, refreshing taste, but you were instead met with the burn of alcohol. There was only one ghoul to blame. “Rain, what did you do to the apple cider?”
“Uh,” He makes an innocent face, but is unable to meet your gaze, “nothing.”
“It tastes weird, you definitely did something.” You scowl at him, poking him in the shoulder.
He throws his hands up in defense, “Twist my arm why don’t you! I spiked it, what’s the big deal?”
You glance around the room, much to your dismay you realize that everyone is on their second or third refill of the stuff.
“The big deal, foolish ghoul, is everyone is getting lit from what they think is apple cider!”
Because of Rain’s antics you punish him by making him help you clean up the absolute mess everyone left. Hopefully scrubbing the floors of sticky sweet juice will make him think twice before pulling such an idiotic stunt again.
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Mountain:
No matter if it’s hot or cold on Halloween night, Mountain wants to be outside
He happens to be a great story teller
And you happen to be a great s’mores maker
Outside + fire pit + scary stories = happy ghoul
(& happy you!)
He gets a crackling fire started in a little fire pit as you arrange the blankets and pillows you stole from the couch, making the space comfy and nice.
You set out the s'mores-making ingredients and tools, and since it’s Halloween, you have some candy to use instead of just plain chocolate bars.
Mountain tells you a scary story about a creature summoned from hell to devour unsuspecting people’s toes. You listen intently as you toast the marshmallows on long skewers, cooking them to the perfect consistency and assembling a s’more for yourself and him.
“That story is true, you know.” He takes a huge bite of his treat.
You reply with your mouth full, “What?”
“That story is about Dew.” He speaks matter-of-factly. You want to laugh but don’t get the chance before -
Speak of the devil.
“Who took my peanut butter cups?!?!” The two of you flinch as Dewdrop’s shrill screech hits your ears.
“Shit, hide the evidence!” You and Mountain shove as many candies in your mouths as you possibly can just as Dew stalks outside, surveying the area, scowling, and heading back inside.
Now you two laugh so hard your sides hurt. Once you finally stop giggling, you resume toasting marshmallows together. Of course, you have to just eat the plain roasted marshmallows by themselves since the chocolate is all gone now. But the sacrifice was well worth it if it meant saving yourselves from a fiery wrath.
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Cirrus:
Not-so-secretly watches you making stuff in the kitchen before asking to join you
After you taught her the basics she is basically a sweet treat expert
She doesn’t mind getting her hands sticky, but you do give her your black apron so she can protect her clothes
She is currently obsessed with making the perfect Halloween cookies
After already having created a plethora of treats, Cirrus now refuses to leave the kitchen, staring at the oven with the light on to intimidate the dough inside. “These ones are going to be the best out of all of them.”
“You said that about the last batch, Cirrus.” You grin at her.
Ding! The timer goes off on the little pumpkin-shaped timer next to you and you get up to take the cookies out of the oven.
The heat blasts your face but you’re a seasoned baker, Cirrus, on the other hand, keeps her distance. She hasn't liked the “evil” oven ever since she got a little tiny red burn on her thumb from a baking tray. A burn you promptly treated and covered with a Hello Kitty bandage.
You set the tray on a little potholder on the counter and glance around. Popcorn balls, rice cereal treats, caramel apples, Oreo spiders, and chocolate pretzels all sit on the counter staring at you waiting to be wrapped up.
“I think we should get these cleaned up before everyone gets home, what do you think?” You ask.
“Yes! I can’t have them gobbling up all the goodies like the greedy goblins they are.” She promptly gobbles a fresh cookie to emphasize her point.
Cirrus helps you package up everything nicely, using Halloween-themed containers, sneaking samples of every item at least once as you clean up. You both have to lock everything up so the rest of the siblings don’t come home and tear through all the snacks before you get a chance to have seconds.
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Cumulus:
This ghoul has so much creativity and she has to get it out
You two decide to go to a pumpkin patch to find the ideal pair of pumpkins to carve
Cumulus picks out matching outfits for both of you, perfect for photo opportunities
With a couple of sweet fall drinks, you load up in the car ready to go
She drags you along to the patch of overpriced pumpkins
“Hurry up! All the good ones will be gone!” She calls your name over her shoulder and skips quickly ahead of you into the fray of kids and young adults scrambling over pumpkins laying about on hay bales.
After much deliberation, Cumulus has chosen a perfectly round pumpkin for herself and a nice, tall one for you.
Later.
You’ve barely got the pumpkin guts out and your hands are covered in slime, wrists weak from the effort as Cumulus asks you if you want to see her creation.
“You’re finished already?” Disbelief coats your tongue.
“Well, yeah!” She pivots the orange pumpkin to face you, and you see the intricately carved cat and moon she has free handed. “This was so fun! Can I help you with yours?”
“I’d love that, actually.” You fling your hand to remove some of the sticky seeds.
You need not dwell in despair for long, as Cumulus will surely help you with the carving of your pumpkin. They look amazing all lit up on the porch at night, and you take a cute selfie with her to commemorate the occasion.
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Aurora:
It’s a mistake to bring Aurora with you to the store when all of the Halloween candy and decor is out
She wants everything
Good thing you have Papa’s credit card…
Sooner rather than later you have a cart full of stuff and she’s still not satisfied, filling her arms full of goodies with as much as she can carry
“Oh can we get these too?” She holds up a pack of 50 cellophane bags, each printed with pumpkins, bats, and skulls.
“Put it in the cart.” You’d given up at this point on telling the sweet ghoul “no”.
Finally satisfied with her menagerie of candies, snacks, decorations, Halloween themed pencils and miscellaneous items, you push the cart to the check out.
The cashier looks you up and down and sighs, being forced to scan all of the things Aurora picked out apparently is the bane of their existence.
She puts on the aux in the car, and you listen to “This is Halloween” from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack for the ninetieth time today while you shove the bags inside the trunk.
You two drive back home and lay everything out all over the floor, making a huge mess. It will all be worth it though.
Aurora shines as she hands out the goodie bags to all the trick-or-treaters on Halloween night. You smile widely until you hear Papa yelling from the other room as he discovers how much money you two spent.
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I hope these make you ghesties laugh as much as I did ○( ＾皿＾)っ
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#the band ghost x reader#dewdrop ghoul#dewdrop x reader#phantom ghoul#phantom ghoul x reader#sodo ghoul#sodo x reader#mountain ghoul x reader#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul x reader#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul x reader#swiss ghoul#cirrus x reader#cirrus ghoulette#cumulus x reader#cumulus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette x reader#aurora ghoulette
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Bat boy in my brain
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